Indian chants
Arabic belly dance music
Exotic...
red n gold
carpet...
cross cultural
noise
in my brain
carpet...
cross cultural
noise
in my brain
life can be fun!
I know there's a dance for that!
Showing posts with label Dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dance. Show all posts
Tuesday
Sunday
Harvest Festival
They weave in and out.
Those ancient dancers
A joyous trance to perform.
In their fine feathers they strut
One after another taking their places
In reverent fashion
Lining up, moving sinuously
To the timing of the lute.
Each one following the other
Orderly now, each one in step,
Synchronized perfection,
Just as the wheat is blown
A single stem at a time
As the grain weaves itself
like an ocean across the seed heads.
Golden and warm in the sunlight
Bending and giving space to one another
Like the ebb and flow of waves
All falling together.
Not one out of place
All timing in perfect sequence.
As the wind dies away
Each dancer raises her head
Looking about in satisfaction.
The work is complete as the sun
Kisses the grain farewell.
Inspired by the music of John Doan, “Tra Amici” from Departures
Elizabeth Munroz
Those ancient dancers
A joyous trance to perform.
In their fine feathers they strut
One after another taking their places
In reverent fashion
Lining up, moving sinuously
To the timing of the lute.
Each one following the other
Orderly now, each one in step,
Synchronized perfection,
Just as the wheat is blown
A single stem at a time
As the grain weaves itself
like an ocean across the seed heads.
Golden and warm in the sunlight
Bending and giving space to one another
Like the ebb and flow of waves
All falling together.
Not one out of place
All timing in perfect sequence.
As the wind dies away
Each dancer raises her head
Looking about in satisfaction.
The work is complete as the sun
Kisses the grain farewell.
Inspired by the music of John Doan, “Tra Amici” from Departures
Elizabeth Munroz
Wednesday
Quiet Steady Rain
Branches dance to orchestration
chimes caressed by the wind
water dripping between spaces
so many pebbles pounding the roof
gutters rush to find a way to meet with wet soil
Stretching antenna, snails head for high ground
water dive bombing around them
chimes caressed by the wind
water dripping between spaces
so many pebbles pounding the roof
gutters rush to find a way to meet with wet soil
Stretching antenna, snails head for high ground
water dive bombing around them
Trailing ants gone
safely stowed in the attic,
or deeply burrowed beneath soil.
Can they manage the onslaught
of rivulets flooding
their collapsed corridors?
Opened window listening
Sonata plays full volume.
Water splayed upon window sill
Cats shake their paws
watch with piercing eyes
to see where each drop
ends it's journey
No resounding thunder, no lightning strikes
just the windows mumbling to the whispering wind
the conversation during intermission lulls me to sleep.
safely stowed in the attic,
or deeply burrowed beneath soil.
Can they manage the onslaught
of rivulets flooding
their collapsed corridors?
Opened window listening
Sonata plays full volume.
Water splayed upon window sill
Cats shake their paws
watch with piercing eyes
to see where each drop
ends it's journey
No resounding thunder, no lightning strikes
just the windows mumbling to the whispering wind
the conversation during intermission lulls me to sleep.
Elizabeth Munroz
January 2010
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